… … The Void Secret Realm.

The instant he was enveloped by the massive peak, the Chaos that Nie Kong’s body had transformed into ignited with the "Great Sun Chaos True Fire," appearing like a sphere of snow-white flame.

Chongxu Taizun’s lips curled slightly, as if sneering at Nie Kong’s futile resistance.

Immediately, the giant peak shuddered and began to spin like a top.

An intensely concentrated fiery-red aura coiled around the mountain, threatening to shatter the very fabric of the Secret Realm space.

“Boom!” A terrifying pressure radiated from all directions, penetrating the fiery wall woven by the "Great Sun Chaos True Fire" and striking deep into Nie Kong’s soul.

Nie Kong desperately circulated the "Chaos Divine Art," only to find his consciousness growing sluggish.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “…” That intense pressure washed over Nie Kong’s soul like crashing waves, eroding it bit by bit.

As the "Great Sun Chaos True Fire" fought back, time flowed quietly onward.

Nie Kong’s consciousness turned slower and slower.

Thoughts that usually flashed through his mind instantly now required significant effort to surface.

It seemed as if time within the mountain was continuously solidifying.

Is it finally over?

This thought struggled to surface in Nie Kong’s mind.

When Chongxu ambushed Pangu, Nie Kong had already guessed this might be his end.

But as this end finally arrived, Nie Kong felt remarkably calm.

No sorrow, no fear, no despair… And certainly no hysteria!

A terrifying tranquility settled over him.

“Crack!” Faintly, Nie Kong heard a slight, sharp popping sound originating from the depths of his soul.

It was the sound of the "Purple Luo Space" shattering.

The little fellow, who had been wailing loudly, stopped crying, seemingly stunned by this sudden turn of events.

“I rushed around only to have this little one end up in Chongxu’s hands,” Nie Kong thought with a bitter smile, his consciousness wavering at a dreadfully slow pace.

“Mom…” The little one seemed to realize something and suddenly shouted, waving his arms wildly, still using that word that was almost comical.

Don't call me 'Mom.' If you must call someone something, call me 'Dad'… This fleeting notion drifted slowly through his mind.

Nie Kong felt his consciousness rapidly sinking.

In a daze, the little one’s plump, fair body seemed to suddenly explode, transforming into a burst of blazing white light… “Taizun controls Space; Tiyian Taizun can control Time,” Chongxu murmured softly.

“Though I haven't reached the true Taiyi realm, and I only grasp the superficial aspects of time control, it is more than enough to seal you.” Glancing at the extinguished Chaos within the mountain belly, Chongxu’s face slowly sank back into the peak… … The Seven-Colored Divine Realm.

“Hiss!

Hiss!

Hiss…” The Seven-Colored Taizun’s ten fingers danced through the void, shooting out streams of seven-colored radiance that merged with the empty space, accompanied by continuous sharp whistling sounds.

Several hundred meters away in the air, a landscape painting shimmered into and out of existence.

“The seal is about to break,” watching the intermittently appearing scroll, Gu Quan, Yu Longyue, Lan Ling, and Gu Xian finally showed smiles on their faces.

“Soon, we can return to the Tianling Continent and see Nie Kong, see Hulu and the others,” Qing You beamed, hopping excitedly on Gu Quan’s shoulder, the crisp tinkling sounds constantly drifting from within her body.

“If it weren’t for the help, Master would have needed at least ten more days to coordinate with that ‘Seven-Colored Spirit Leaf’ to break the seal from the inside and out.” “Taizun truly had foresight back then, giving the leaf to Nie Kong so early.

By the way, is the one helping from the outside really Pan Ling Taizun?

Isn't she allied with Pangu and Chongxu?” “It is indeed very strange.” “…” Gu Quan and the others muttered their doubts, puzzled.

Outside the Seven-Colored Divine Realm, Pan Ling stood solemnly atop the peak.

Nine Celestial Stars occasionally radiated surges of intense golden light, sprinkling onto the half-hidden colorful bridge.

“Whoosh!” Before Pan Ling, the Seven-Colored Spirit Leaf expanded thousands of times.

The colorful radiance seemed to condense into substance, flowing continuously like water into the colorful bridge.

Behind her, Pangu floated visibly… … Tianling Continent.

The forty-nine pillars of white smoke, like rainbows spanning the heavens, continued to envelop the vast two continents.

At the convergence point of the pillars, a colossal cloud of smoke had already gathered.

Within the smoke cloud were concentrated hundreds of millions of souls.

“Buzz!” The resonance vibrating through the void grew increasingly frequent.

Now, between the two continents and the sea, no ordinary living beings remained—only Spirit Masters, Dark Spirit Masters, and a few powerful Spirit Beasts remained.

“Buzz!” In just a few short seconds, another earth-shattering hum resonated.

“Roar!” On Dragon Island, the golden giant dragon formed by the Dragon Sky Palace suddenly let out a mournful cry, its body trembling briefly, spewing large mouthfuls of blood from its mouth.

In an instant, its massive body crashed to the ground, its soul having dissipated.

Deprived of the Dragon Sky Palace's protection, the remaining dozens of Dragon Spirit Clan members at the Cave Spirit and Heavenly Spirit realms could no longer hold on.

Their souls left their bodies one after another.

Their physical bodies turned into statues; the entirety of Dragon Island had become a dead island… … God of War Mountain.

“Bang!” The humming sound swept past.

Zhan Yunlan’s soul and physical body both exploded into fine dust, while the thirteen clansmen sitting around him simultaneously turned into statues.

Not far away, Zhan Xinzi’s face was pale, his body trembling slightly, as if he could follow Zhan Yunlan at any moment.

Gathered around Zhan Xinzi were over twenty high-tier Dark Spirit Masters, all looking listless, only able to barely confine their souls by borrowing Zhan Xinzi’s power.

… Yin Ruins.

A vast sea of blood surged, and a majestic aura of power filled every inch of space between heaven and earth.

In Yin Moon City, Mu Xueyi, Qing Yue, Hua Caidie, and Hulu—who had achieved the Spirit God realm most recently—all released their power, channeling it ceaselessly into the sea of blood high above.

The space beneath the sea of blood was nearly the safest location between the Tianling Continent and the Netherworld.

Since the activation of the “Primal Void Spirit Formation,” only a few male clansmen who habitually indulged in pleasure in the entire Yin Ruins had had their souls extracted.

All other Half-Spirit clansmen were safe and sound.

“Dayan, do you think brother will be alright?” In the surging sea of blood, Tayan’s graceful phantom appeared, looking toward the vase-shaped “Void Secret Realm” standing at the center of the Yin Ruins, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

After Pangu and Chongxu followed Nie Kong into the Secret Realm, the entrance was immediately sealed by Patriarch Mu.

Before the “Primal Void Spirit Formation” could be completed, Dayan had wanted to enter the “Void Secret Realm” to help Nie Kong, but she couldn't find a way in.

Patriarch Mu seemed to have received Nie Kong’s instructions long ago; no matter how much Dayan pleaded from the outside, he never opened the Secret Realm entrance.

“Don’t worry, even if everyone else in this world dies, he won’t,” Reverend Dayan spat back with a roll of her eyes.

“Besides, when Nie Kong left, he differentiated some of his soul in the Illusory Spirit Space.

Even if something truly happened to him in there, he could still come back with that bit of soul.” “But I just feel like something is not quite right.” “Stop overthinking.

If something were truly wrong, the differentiated soul fragment Nie Kong created would have awakened long ago.” “That’s true…” “…” … …(To be continued)